Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.